Bits and pieces

You know what’s really great? Getting out of the bed, on a bright sunny morning, your son babbling quietly and happily in his crib, and making your way to your son’s room only to stumble across the room because your hip is so sore from being inactive all night. Oh. Wait. That last part? Not so great. My hips have been killing me, let me repeat; KILLING ME, during this pregnancy and you know what? My hips? They don’t lie. I stretch them out every night before bed, I stretch them out after every run, I try not to stay seated too long during the day, but for whatever reason my hips, my right one in particular, have been being quite ornery. I wish they would stop it.

I have officially past my half-way mark and this week, today actually, marks 22 weeks pregnant. This pregnancy is whizzing by, it has gone unbelievably fast, and I am scared that if I blink, the baby will be in my arms and we still won’t have done a thing to prepare for its homecoming.

The fact that we have done nothing to prepare for this second child already speaks volumes (in my opinion) to the second child syndrome. Although, I will say that finding time to unpack baby clothes from the attic, clean out the basement, landscape our mud-pit yard, and shop for a new car all while trying to watch a pint-sized-wrestle-mania-king is really, really difficult. At the least I would like to have the basement finished, but I can’t seem to find the time to go downtown and get the building plans approved, and then there is this thing about having to create the building plans…it is all just too much for this tired, pregnant woman to manage. Although, since I am only going to get bigger, and it is only going to get hotter outside, and going out will only be harder with those two factors combined, I should get my big butt downtown pronto. Right after I finish this bowl of ice cream.

Momma's Day 2.0

My second Mother's Day was delightfully enjoyable. I was cheerfully greeted by my son chirping 'Ma Ma', 'Ma Ma' from his crib as he lay there peacefully waiting for me to come in and entertain him. At breakfast M and J gave me a card personally decorated by M himself, complete with a monkey on the front, which reminds me of my son and not just because he and the monkey have the same hairline.

I got to go for a morning run and then J and I had a nice relaxing breakfast while Buddance napped. Granted, my morning runs are becoming more like morning waddles, but that is neither here nor there. I was out, moving and shaking it and that felt good. After the run I was able to take a nice long shower and then my son woke up and helped me fix my hair and my face. Granted, I was getting ready while taking care of Buddance, but the point is: I was getting ready. On the days I am home with the Bud I barely brush my hair, much less put on makeup or blow dry my hair. It really felt nice to fix myself up. I love my time with Bud, but man, I miss looking better than death on toast the days I am home.

After a somewhat rushed exit from church and a light lunch at home, we went out and met friends at a pizza place I have been eager to try. It was great to catch up with friends who we don't see all that often. They have a four month old and I cannot wait until he gets a little older so he and Bud can play together. While I love been out and catching up on friend's lives, it is really hard to relax since Bud is now constantly on the move. J and I spent most of the meal tag teaming our son, who was concerned with climbing a nearby set of stairs and pointing at people entering and exiting the restrooms.

We came home, put Bud to bed early since he is teething and sleeping like poop during the day, and relaxed on the couch. I lamented not getting a cannoli from the restaurant at which we ate and instead settled with eating chips and salsa and two bites of chocolate peanut butter ice cream. I have had some crazy sugar cravings with this second pregnancy, but to be honest, I don't think it's the pregnancy, since I pretty much always have crazy sugar cravings. I would like to be able to blame my sweet tooth on this little one doing the backstroke in my belly, but since I have had a sweet tooth all my life, I am guessing I can't get away with that.

The last moments of my day were spent trying to feel this littler duder person float around my belly. I feel s/he every so often, but nothing super strong yet. I am really getting excited to meet this kid, and lately I have been thinking it's a girl, if for no other reason then...because I think it's a girl. We shall see. During the big ultrasound I did try and study the screen to figure out if I could reuse the boxes of clothes in the attic, but really, those screens are impossible to read without a map and the technician pointing out every little line and movement. During the viewing of my second child's bladder I craned my head to try and figure out if I saw any tell tale signs of boy or girl, and at one point I thought 'Oh! Boy!' but...like I said really I needed a map and explicit instructions as to what I was viewing.

So, to sum it up: second Mother's Day? Wonderful. And next year will be even more awesome once our family of 3 1/2 becomes 4. Word.